It can only be said that the moment he displayed the Morton Duke Family crest to the other party, he had already gained the ability to mobilize the town guards.
The escort squad certainly could not accept the "strict" search mentioned by the knight.
Even without considering the defensive tools that Hai’an and Wood brought from Neum, just the three adventurers in the team, including Sava and Xia Nan, would not allow such a search of their belongings and items they carried.
Regarding this matter, both Hai’an and Wood are very clear.
Naturally, they wouldn’t demand anything from Xia Nan and the others.
They just pulled and asked a couple of questions, without entangling too much, and let the knight go.
After all, knowing their identity and still stating it so directly indicated there was no room for negotiation.
"So, what’s the situation?"
Seeing Wood return with a serious face, the Half Elf Hai’an quickly asked.
"The other party didn’t say much." Wood shook his head, "Only hinted that it is related to their mission objective."
"So we have to stay in town for another night?"
Sava crossed his arms, his face filled with displeasure, but his tone carried a subtle emotion.
Clearly, he wasn’t really against it. Follow current novels on novel⚑fire.net
The tall stacks of chips on the poker table, and the reluctance when Luca pulled him out of the casino, had already explained the reason.
He was having a winning streak, and this Dragon Descendant seemed to still be fond of that casino called "Golden Flow Wheel."
"What do you guys think?"
As Hai’an’s guard and the actual leader of the squad, Wood did not make an immediate decision but instead asked everyone’s opinion.
"I don’t mind, I’ll listen to you!" Away from the poker table, Luca reverted to his honest demeanor, chuckling.
"I don’t care, if we stay another night, so be it." feigned indifference, Sava replied.
Vier did not express an opinion, only smiling silently.
As usual, she refrained from interfering with the squad’s actions outside of combat and did not offer subjective opinions on any matters.
As if saying just a bit more would make things already drifting from the memories in her mind even more out of control.
Long used to it, Wood didn’t say more, turning his gaze toward Xia Nan.
To be honest, as an adventurer squad composed of professionals, with a reliable spellcaster like Vier among them,
Even though the knights blocking the exits had also reached a professional level,
There were at least dozens, if not thousands, of ways to leave Melted Scale Town.
All of which, however, carried some risk and the possibility of being misunderstood by Terry William and others.
Under normal circumstances, Xia Nan was not in a hurry these one or two days, and the squad’s original plan was to leave the next morning.
However, the experience in the casino made him vaguely sense some hidden threat, which is why he suggested the team leave early.
He couldn’t help but recall that sinister man named Lawson, who exhibited exaggerated speed and explosiveness.
Xia Nan felt his heart sink, turning his gaze toward Wood ahead, and opened his mouth.
Before he could speak, a blast-like boom suddenly erupted from behind.
Turning to look, he saw at the end of the street, from the town center, a flicker of firelight emerged amidst the dense buildings.
While a plume of white smoke ascended from behind the rooftops, highlighted against the gray-black sky.
Vaguely, the screams and cries of townsfolk could be heard from afar.
The crowd on the street immediately became agitated.
Xia Nan paused, his sharp perception ability seemingly detected something suddenly.
His pupils contracted, and his dark eyes instinctively scanned the rooftop of a house by the street.
It appeared empty, only eaves, tiles, and the sullen leaden clouds as the backdrop.
But as his gaze fell, the air above the roof subtly distorted.
Suddenly sensing a cold killing intent, like his eyes being pricked, he blinked unconsciously.
When he reopened them, the subtle presence in his perception that loomed above the rooftop had already vanished.
From turning his head to the final prick, it was only a brief two seconds.
Besides Vier glancing twice curiously at Xia Nan when he blinked unnaturally, no one, including Wood, noticed anything unusual.
Another whistling sound resonated from afar down the street.
The dim lighting under the overcast clouds was utilized to the fullest, with a figure in heavy armor tearing through the air, its surface exuding a dazzling silver light.
In just a few seconds, it had traveled from a distant small dot to a close vicinity.
Debris sputtered, cracks appeared on the soil-paved ground.
The silver-clad figure leapt high, passing over the crowded street, disappearing from the view of the crowd in an instant.
In merely a few seconds, Xia Nan still managed to clearly capture the person’s face.
He should be in combat readiness.
Compared to the first time he saw him, when he had a polite demeanor, now he only displayed a highly focused, expressionless face.
The entire right arm clutching the sword hilt, along with the length stretching down from below the neck, was covered by a flowing silver white.
Xia Nan guessed that it was likely a special ability of the other party.
Musing in his heart, he hadn’t had the chance to converse with his teammates.
Ahead, the crowd on the road, squeezed together, suddenly began flowing quickly as if a cork had been pulled out.